Chapter 11
We offer private sex education tuition
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Author's notes:
1. This is a work of fiction. The activities and practices described in this story are not necessarily either condoned or recommended. If you choose to do anything described in real life with real people you do so at your own risk.
2. All characters are fictional and any likeness to any living person is purely coincidental. The story is purely imaginary and, to the author's knowledge, bears no relationship to any factual occurrence.
3. For those who haven't yet read the previous chapters, I suggest you read them to provide context before continuing with this chapter. I am open to suggestions about where you would like this story to go, if you wish to comment. Thanks.
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The next few weeks were pretty run-of-the-mill, if anything was run-of-the-mill in our lives. We each had clients, usually Friday and Saturday nights, but also occasionally during the week as escorts for business-persons attending business functions. I quickly appreciated the loving relationship I had with Celeste and Margarite, who had made Monday night her night to stay over, especially now Dietrich had returned to Germany. The major step we took during this time was to begin a website offering R18 sexual advice and tuition. This was far different from Sex Ed classes in school. Instead of simply naming the parts and admonishing people to be celibate until married, we offered a great deal of advice to enable couples to enjoy their sex lives, this being the main function of sex apart from the few occasions when sex was used for procreation. We decided that as the major proportion of sexual activity was for recreation, people should be able to make this as enjoyable as possible. We quickly ran into a problem.
"The main difficulty people have is being able to visualize what we write about," complained Celeste, after she'd attempted to offer some sexually explicit advice to someone who just didn't seem to get it. I knew the problem; I'd had it frequently with clients myself.
"We can't teach a person what something feels like through a laptop. We need to offer practical sessions, either individual and couple sessions or group sessions," I replied.
"When we went to The Crucible, that group had hired the dungeon for the evening as a private function. If we joined The Crucible, I wonder if we could also hire the venue for a night a week, maybe not the dungeon, but certainly a few rooms where individuals, couples or groups could learn and practise."
I wondered why we hadn't thought of this before. We contacted The Crucible, visited and joined as members, and discussed the proposition. As we predicted, they had very suitable facilities available at a very reasonable cost, which were frequently vacant. They would be very happy to hire us these facilities. We decided to begin by offering tuition for couples, in our own place first off, then we'd use the larger rooms as the predicted demand increased.
George and Helen were our first clients. They'd found our website a couple of weeks earlier and wanted to be able to enhance their lovemaking. They didn't really have any problems but were both adventurous and had decided that they would quickly become tired of simply fucking together, so what else was there for a young couple who had just become engaged? They booked a session with both of us at our home. I had told them to dress sexy, not only because it was a sexy evening, but also because I wanted to know what their interpretation of 'dressing sexy' would be. As our first 'at home' sex ed clients, Celeste and I were a little nervous in case they didn't learn much or what we taught them didn't really help. After all, we'd realized that just because we thought something was great, sex is very personal and they might like something different or not like what we liked.
Celeste opened the door when the bell rang, greeted them and ushered them into the living area, where they sat together on the sofa. As I poured them a glass of wine each, I surreptitiously watched and listed to their interaction with Celeste as they chatted together. It seemed that Helen deferred to George most of the time, allowing him to speak first and then backed him up briefly once he'd finished. He seemed to accept this role and also listened to her comments without interruption. They were seemingly a very compatible and loving couple.
I returned and handed them their glasses, then sat with Celeste on the other sofa.
"Here's to an interesting and informative evening," I toasted.
We clinked glasses and drank before I asked the question I'd had since we first spoke.
"So, you say that normal sex is not adventurous enough, I think adventurous was the word you used, so what else have you tried and what else did you have in mind?"
George and Helen looked at one another, George's previous confidence seeming to have vanished.
"Well, that's the thing; we don't know," said Helen after a few seconds, "We've gone online and watched some porn, but realize that lots of that is simply faked for the camera, and we've read a few stories, like on Literotica, but again those are fiction and are not necessarily reality. We've read comments and questions in LGBTQ forums and read extensively about polyamory. However, although many of these things sound interesting, nobody really says how to get into these alternative lifestyles, even if we decided we wanted to try them. So, we figured that if we're serious about doing anything, we really need to meet people who also know these areas and may be able to advise us, or," here she appeared to become even more nervous than her blushing indicated she was, and she glanced quickly at George for support, "Possibly, to experience some of these things," she finished in a rush.
I waited a few seconds to see if George would add anything in support, but he appeared to suddenly find the arm of the sofa fascinating. I looked quickly at Celeste, who was smiling at Helen, and before I could say anything, she replied.
"I'm really pleased you thought to come to us. I'm sure we can assist. You seemed to be a bit embarrassed about things, is there a reason for this or is it just because it's something that usually isn't spoken about except in private with very good friends?"
"Yes, it is a bit embarrassing," replied Helen, "It sort of feels dirty to talk about sex, even between George and me." I noticed George was nodding in agreement. "I guess it's the way we've been brought up; you know, find Mr Right, stay chaste until marriage, get married, have wonderful children and live happily ever after. Nobody mentions what happens to fill in the gaps. We're supposed to stay true and faithful to one another, remaining monogamous, although the papers and news are full of illicit sexscapades among the rich and famous. Is there a rule for them and another rule for us? Then the other titillating news stories seem to relate to some famous person who suddenly finds he's gay, or a movie star who admits she's a lesbian, and there's all sorts of rubbish printed or spoken about their relationships. It seems really strange to me that such behaviour would have been totally frowned upon by our parents and even now is sort of talked about quietly as though it's a bit of a joke, yet at the same time we have large public events where the LGBTQ community celebrate their differences and on official forms we need to complete, there are about five or six different options for 'Gender'. It's all so confusing."
George was nodding in agreement but remained silent while Helen paused to think for a few seconds. She then continued.
"I guess we've already broken the 'remaining chaste until marriage' expectation," she glanced at George with a big grin, "But the big problem is that we want more from our relationship but don't know how to find out what there is or to find a safe place to experience choices. I want to know how it feels for George to cane my ass; how it feels to watch him make love with another woman; how it feels to be made love to while he watches; how it feels to sleep with a woman; how it feels to sleep with two men. I can't do that online and I don't want to just go out and experience these things in situations that could be dangerous." She paused again, looked at Celeste and me, then spread her hands is a hopeless gesture. "Can you help, please?"
Celeste answered promptly, confidently and reassuringly. "Yes. We can help you. We've experienced most, or maybe all, of what you've mentioned and we enjoyed it all greatly. The safety aspect is paramount and I'm very pleased you've realized that ending up with a STI or STD is not a good idea. So, to reassure you, Hank and I are both tested regularly so we're fluid bonded, as they call it. Have you and George been tested at all or are you the only sexual partners you've each had? I only ask because we also need to take care, especially in our work, and we also need to know what contraceptive measures you are taking. Otherwise we'll need to use condoms, and I, for one, don't like those. So is there any reason why we couldn't all be fluid bonded?"
Helen blushed again at having to discuss their personal sexual matters. "I'm on the pill. The first time we did it, we took a risk, then we used condoms for the next few times until I went on the pill. We were both virgins for our first time and I know I've only had one sexual partner, and I'm almost certain George has only had me as his partner."
We all looked towards George, who was nodding vigorously.
"So, you've been very quiet about all this, George. Is what Helen's told us about what you think also?" I asked.
"Yes, she seems to be able to say it all a lot better that I can. It's sort of not something guys talk about, although I don't really know that it's what women talk about either. It's just the interesting difference between men and women; men go to the bathroom alone, women seem to go in pairs, giving them the opportunity to natter together."
